Rosario Vampire Mizore Novels & Stories

Miss Hannah walked closer to them, watching the girls break the hug. Nora stood up and bowed slightly. "Thank you, Miss Hannah" "Well, I guess this one is a sorceress..." Lilian asked. "No... She's a vampire. Mabel is the sorceress" Vera said. "Oh...So, vampire lady, hope you weren't bitten?" Lilian asked, with her eyes, scrolling around her body. "The name is Nora! And no! I wasn't bitten!" She barked. Lilian scoffed. "You don't have to get worked up"

Greyson pats Rosie’s arm, and grins at her, “Rosie, what if we combine the glamour with a baffle, then it could keep the sound out too, but we could see and hear what’s going on outside of it. The perfect camouflage.” She grins and nods, they move back to the fire and their supplies and start tinkering together, flipping through their grimoires and talking excitedly at the prospect of it. He looks back at Celine, who’s kneeling next to the unconscious Vampire at his feet with her hand on his head.

Her blonde hair was no longer soft, smooth, shiny like in the day, but because she was awakened from sleep, it seemed messy like a pile of straw. Oralie's blue eyes seemed to be lost in the mist again, as if, trying to recall, what enemy did she have, who wanted to kill her so badly, seeing her as a thorn in her heart. the eye, the bone in the throat. Before she could think clearly, the vampire who was sitting on the other chair stood up, lifted his legs, and quickly walked out of the room. Seeing that, Oralie also hurriedly stood up and followed quickly. But it seems that because she did not wear shoes, Oralie was somewhat hesitant, afraid to step on those pieces of glass.

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

She bared her teeth and hissed at him, attempting to break free as he shot me a look that asked what now. “Bite her ass!” I hollered at him as I grabbed the rope James had dropped, quickly looping it around his neck and pulling. His head kicked back and he gasped for breath. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikolas sink his fangs into Rosamaria’s pale neck as she screeched like a banshee. Holding her there he fisted her hair as he savagely replenished his strength. I tightened my grip on the vampire, the plug still firmly lodged in his eye, as he struggled. I had gambled and it paid off, Cade had strength in spades, but it would appear that it wasn’t one of James’ gifts. As soon as Nikolas

Strangely, the face that stared back at me wasn't one I was very familiar with. The one in the mirror was fat, no, chubby. She had full, beautiful cheeks. There was even some color on her skin, some rosy pink color. She looked more alive than I had looked in all my grandeur as the Vampire Queen. “What The Fuck Is Going On Here?” I whispered slowly, highlighting every word as I backed away from the mirror. Then it all made sense to me… The moon goddess indeed answered my prayer, gave me another shot at life, but definitely not the easiest chance to fulfill my aim of killing Rowan.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. She clutched the paper into her hands and took a deep breath. She fell to the ground, closing her eyes, whispering some inaudible chanting. She leaned forward, picked up the sand and placed it in her left hand. She reached for a knife inside her pocket, sliced through her skin and the blood began to wet the sand she was holding. Holding it for a few moments she continued to chant in an unspoken language.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

She never sensed it before until something like this happened. Morbius distorted like a vampire bat beast. Their eyes were pure red and the more it went dark it looked like it was pure darkness with angry red veins around his eyes. He even went paler than before and due to his paleness, veins were showing up even more. "Master." Rizal appeared while carrying a sword before handing it to Morbius. Feeling nothing, Morbius did not give the slightest answer and without looking back, he grabbed the sword. The cold energy steamed out from him and immediately vanished before their eyes.